Sonnet 58 – No One Here Gets Out Alive

Sonnet 58 – No One Here Gets Out Alive

I feel the cold breath of Death on my neck

Sped along by the Multiple Sclerosis

I’m no longer playing with a full deck

And everyone who knows me knows this

Time to stop dreaming of new adventure

To mop the kitchen floor and scrub the can

If only I could act firmly when sure

And control the bull of needing a man

But I do take a joy in finding rhymes

With more challenging words than in Will’s day

And rebelling in Occupying times

Old age is fun if the bills you can pay

Thought of line one while driving up the hill

The rest of this sonnet I soon did fill